Post by pyroguy900 on Jun 11, 2007 21:49:58 GMT -5
Everyone throughout the Empire of Barthias knew about the mountainous colony of Mordus, with several small provinces, yet it remains a colony of myth. Mordus has three different types of people, humans, foreign Azureans, a new race of humanoids that have various superhuman abilities, and the Mordusians, a portion of the Azurean Race with the same powers and weaknesses, only in varying amounts. The Mordusians were all lustful for blood, regardless of it being of an Azurean or Human, each was exceptionally fast, strong, and telekenetic. However, each Mordusian was susceptible to disease, hunger, thirst, and especially the sunlight, though in varying amounts ranging from a sunburn to a mortal wound.
The story goes that humans governed the day and Mordusians ruled the night, being a small minority, yet a race of Azurean unto their own. The humans and Azureans alike feared the seductive and blood-lusting Mordusians, yet each Mordusian was handicapped by disease and daylight, and Mathias Mordus was no exception. A member of the "Royal Family" of Mordus, Mathias was outcasted by the Archduke Garlan Mordus, grandfather of Mathias and ruler of the colony. He lived inside of a cavern, where the entrance seemed forboding, but the interior was regal with fine paintings, rugs, furniture, even a nocturnal atrium for various species of bat, and a den for a large white Wolfen, lovingly named Renard by Mathias, and his only true companion.
Mathias was young for his clan, only one hundred and seventy-three, with the appearance of a pale man with dark silver hair, delicate fingers, a regal stature, and obviously still in his prime. His eyes were a solid, blood red, yet they saw nothing of the real world, instead, he saw with his nose and his ears, switching between the scent of each living being's blood and the sonar of the sounds of his environment. He frequented the tavern in the village south of his cave, which lied between the Mordusian Capital, the village, and the Senate of Dawn, a council of humans and Azureans.
Mathias would frequent the tavern with Renard and sit beside the fireplace, at a table that he had bought personally, with only one chair for himself, and Renard sitting next to him, or laying if in a lazy mood. He would come during the night for hours at a time, conversing with various people and Renard, eliciting strange looks from newcomers, or in the day, under a heavy black cloak.
This night in particular, Mathias entered with Renard, speaking of various political issues, to which Renard would answer with a yelp, whimper, bark, or pant. Mathias sat at his fireside table with Renard to his right, "Seriously though, Garlan only thinks of himself and disregards what the Senate has to say," bark, "I mean, its 1100 AL and, since the death of Azra, he's only thought of himself! Oh if only I could navigate out of this sad colony... We're still a colony!"
Renard whimpered, "Seriously, the Senate's technology far outdoes Garlan's and even though he is my grandfather and is physically weaker than me, though he does have that nifty sense of sight, he still has the entire family so my place in this colony is worthless. Its a shame that someone can't come along and offer me some hope of moving, hell, I'd move to Lucrece and pay my respects to the Empress herself! Or even that sunny, seaside country of.... well its name will come to me later. Hell, I'd even shack up with a human, since I doubt you'd eat one if I kept you well and fed, and myself satiated, and I'd follow the little guy or girl to the heart of Crucea, in the Republic of the Free World itself. It can't be any worse than giving these punks that have the gall to call themselves Mordusians advice on how to get with members of different races." Pouring a glass of fiend's blood, Mathias sighed and waited for a visitor, occasionally talking to Renard, who responded lazily with a wag of the tail.
The story goes that humans governed the day and Mordusians ruled the night, being a small minority, yet a race of Azurean unto their own. The humans and Azureans alike feared the seductive and blood-lusting Mordusians, yet each Mordusian was handicapped by disease and daylight, and Mathias Mordus was no exception. A member of the "Royal Family" of Mordus, Mathias was outcasted by the Archduke Garlan Mordus, grandfather of Mathias and ruler of the colony. He lived inside of a cavern, where the entrance seemed forboding, but the interior was regal with fine paintings, rugs, furniture, even a nocturnal atrium for various species of bat, and a den for a large white Wolfen, lovingly named Renard by Mathias, and his only true companion.
Mathias was young for his clan, only one hundred and seventy-three, with the appearance of a pale man with dark silver hair, delicate fingers, a regal stature, and obviously still in his prime. His eyes were a solid, blood red, yet they saw nothing of the real world, instead, he saw with his nose and his ears, switching between the scent of each living being's blood and the sonar of the sounds of his environment. He frequented the tavern in the village south of his cave, which lied between the Mordusian Capital, the village, and the Senate of Dawn, a council of humans and Azureans.
Mathias would frequent the tavern with Renard and sit beside the fireplace, at a table that he had bought personally, with only one chair for himself, and Renard sitting next to him, or laying if in a lazy mood. He would come during the night for hours at a time, conversing with various people and Renard, eliciting strange looks from newcomers, or in the day, under a heavy black cloak.
This night in particular, Mathias entered with Renard, speaking of various political issues, to which Renard would answer with a yelp, whimper, bark, or pant. Mathias sat at his fireside table with Renard to his right, "Seriously though, Garlan only thinks of himself and disregards what the Senate has to say," bark, "I mean, its 1100 AL and, since the death of Azra, he's only thought of himself! Oh if only I could navigate out of this sad colony... We're still a colony!"
Renard whimpered, "Seriously, the Senate's technology far outdoes Garlan's and even though he is my grandfather and is physically weaker than me, though he does have that nifty sense of sight, he still has the entire family so my place in this colony is worthless. Its a shame that someone can't come along and offer me some hope of moving, hell, I'd move to Lucrece and pay my respects to the Empress herself! Or even that sunny, seaside country of.... well its name will come to me later. Hell, I'd even shack up with a human, since I doubt you'd eat one if I kept you well and fed, and myself satiated, and I'd follow the little guy or girl to the heart of Crucea, in the Republic of the Free World itself. It can't be any worse than giving these punks that have the gall to call themselves Mordusians advice on how to get with members of different races." Pouring a glass of fiend's blood, Mathias sighed and waited for a visitor, occasionally talking to Renard, who responded lazily with a wag of the tail.